Semua Bab THE SILVER LINING: Bab 91 - Bab 100

Vosvak's eyes blazed with a hot light as he stood at the center of the room, his arms outstretched as if calling the very fabric of the universe to be forced into his command. The air seemed to throb with the naked power of the dark magic that coursed through him, its whispers now thundering, calling him forward. His heartbeat pounded with it. The chains were lost, broken apart on the floor, but it was his soul his very essence that was now chained to something much worse.He had reached the point of no return. His mind was no longer his own; it was engulfed in the blaze of sorrow and fury which was now his all-consuming aim. The death of Perfera, his sweet daughter, had broken him. And now, it was the source of his strength.With a raw snarl, Vosvak started chanting, his voice deep and primitive, a beat like an ancient pulse. The words flowed easily to him, as if the very atmosphere had been permeated with them, biding its time until that moment they would be invoked. Words unspoken

"AHhhhhhhh!!" Vosvak screamed, his voice breaking the stillness of the room, a raw cry of pain that rang out through the empty stone walls. His body shook with wild convulsions, blood bursting from the deep fissures which scarred his flesh as if the very essence of his soul was being ripped asunder. His veins throbbed with a putrid black ichor, the toxin of the dark sorcery now coursing through every part of his body. His bones creaked and splintered, reforming in response to the demoniacal energy he had called upon.For an instant, he was motionless, as if the world had stopped. His breathing was labored, his chest rising and falling as if the air itself was too heavy to breathe in. And then, in earnest, the change started. The shadows, the fire and brimstone, curled around him, eating into his body, consuming his humanity in a slow, torturous process.His fists formed into claws, nails digging deep into his palms as his body started to twist, spasming with agony. His skin bubbled an

The black magic that flowed through his blood had distorted him into a monster something more than a man. His existence now hung on one desire: flesh and soul. He had savored the depths, and the depths now called for its payment. The pain of his corruption, the anguish of his very soul being ripped asunder, left him hungering for more. More to satiate the ravenous beast that now dwelled within him.Thus, he departed the burning rubble of his prison. The Citadel, the site of his birth and betrayal, was a thing of the past. It had no hold on him. He would etch his revenge into the very earth that had abandoned him, and the first step was to feed.He had not forgotten the most basic of ploys the art of disguise. Even in his new, monstrous body, Vosvak had not lost the power to conceal his real self. He must entice someone, someone foolish, someone who would not doubt the weakness of an old man in need of assistance.As he approached the closest village, the smell of death and rot clung t

Meanwhile.In the tranquil, still town of Brunschière, the world was passing at a slow pace, almost as if with purpose, as though the earth itself had paused for a breath. Krishna and Ignatius had discovered tranquility a precious thing after all the upheaval they had both suffered. The horrific plague that had once threatened to engulf the town, the betrayal, the loss, the battle and years of survival of those memories seemed far away, hidden beneath the burden of a new life, one laden with hope.It was a still morning. The sun came through the fog, spreading the cobblestones in pale, golden light. Birds sang out to one another as they passed above the rooftops, and the wind had the scent of pine and salt. There was an association of heat to the day that seemed like the promise of something new, something to grasp.Krishna and Ignatius stood side by side on the balcony of their little cottage, looking out at the village below. A steaming cup of tea was held in Ignatius's hand, and Kr

The wind screamed through the shattered walls of Miyal's ruined fortress, a cry of agony and rage. The mighty stronghold was now naught but a twisted wreck its walls broken, its foundations broken, a testament to the abominable change that Vosvak Spade Il'Sharak had experienced. His footsteps, slow and rumbling, sounded through the chill corridors, foretelling destruction with each step.He had become the personification of fury, a creature born of sorrow, vengeance, and a centuries-old dark magic that now coursed through his veins like venom. The shackles that had previously confined him had been broken long ago. He no longer required them he was free, and in his new freedom, nothing and no one was safe.Vosvak's eyes, which used to be so full of purpose and reason, now blazed with an unholy flame, a flame that engulfed everything in its wake. His body was a horrific mix of flesh and sorcery, distorted by the dark forces he had joined. The man who was once father, king, was now barel